I'm sitting on the sofa when y/bf/n walks, well stumbles, in through the front door. He's drunk... great I thought...
I rush over to help him walk but he pushes me away and says
"GET AWAY FROM ME BITCH" wow never heard him call me that before. I keep telling myself that it's just the alcohol talking but I can't help but feel hurt.
"Babes I'm only t trying to help you get to bed" I tell him softly.
"I'm not a baby I can do it myself" after that he starts to climb the stairs but trips.
"I never said you were a baby but let me help you" I tell him going over to him.
"I don't want your help" he screams in my face.
"why don't you want my help?" I ask him with a tear slipping down my face.
"Your not good enough for me, your nothing like them other girls, and guess what they're better in bed that you"
"W-what do you mean?" I ask him shaky.
"I slept with a fu*king sexy girl from the club" he says. By now I had tears streaming down my face. I took a deep breath, walked passed him up the stairs towards our bed room and started packing a bag. I had to leave, I can't believe he cheated on me.
After I packed the bag I walked back down stairs straight out the door towards my car without saying good bye to him. I started the engine and drive to my bestfriends house.
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